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1905 · PDF PAGE 6

Rosa Mundi

… flame, rose-red, most subtly curled Into its own infinite flower, all flowers above ! Its flower in its own perfumed passion, Its faint sweet passion, folded and furled In flower fashion ; And my deep spirit taking its pure part Of that voluptuous heart Of hidden happiness ! Arise, strong bow of the young child Eros ! (While the maddening moonlight, the memoried caress Stolen of the scented rose Stirs me and bids each racing pulse ache, ache !) Bend into an agony of art Whose cry is ever rapture, and whose tears For their own purity’s undivide…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 10

Rosa Mundi

… love, and stuck, and clove The intolerable veil, The woven chain of mail Prudence self-called, and folly known to who May know. Then, O sweet drop of dew, Thy limpid light rolled over and was lost

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1905 · PDF PAGE 7

Rosa Mundi

… her own rapture, infinite, ultimate, Not to be seen, not grasped, not even imaginable, But known of one, by virtue of that spell Of thy sweet will toward him : thou, unknown, Untouched, grave mistress of the sunlight throne Of thine own nature ; known not even of me,

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1905 · PDF PAGE 13

Rosa Mundi

…ome chance companion, some soul damned afresh Since my redemption, that is vocal at all ; For I am wrapt away from light and call In the sweet heart of the red rose. My spirit only knows This woman and no more ; who would know more ? I, I am concentrate In the unshakable state Of constant rapture. Who should pour His ravings in the air for winds to whirl,

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